Mamma Mia!

I’m in Reno and it’s FUCKING hot.

It reminds me that in just a few days, I’ll be sitting in the heat in the Black Rock Desert while I enjoy myself at Burning Man.

At least right now I can go into an air conditioned movie theater and watch a film.

Which is EXACTLY what I did. . .

I saw Mamma Mia 2 with my sister Lisa and I BAWLED MY BLOODY EYES OUT!

I must’ve cried at least a half dozen times.

We’re not talking about the kind of crying where your eyes fill up with tears and you have to dab at them to keep from crying.

No, we’re talking FULL ON UGLY KARDASHIAN CRYING where you sob audibly in the theater and wipe your nose and your eyes with the same tissue, oblivious to the fact you’re getting snot ALL OVER YOUR FACE.

That’s the kind of crying I did.

And when Donna finally appeared in the film. . . well, all I can say is that I get emotional even now (three hours later) thinking how lucky we are the Meryl Streep is still alive.

Thank God!

Of course I can’t even look at a Swedish flag without thinking of (and missing) my Swede, so the scenes with Bill only served to make me miss him more.

But here I am, back at my sister’s house, enjoying a gin and tonic with blood oranges, all puffy eyed and runny nose.

It’s been a while since I had a good cry.

Random act of kindness

My first trip to Burning Man, I rode up with a friend who was kind enough to haul all my crap in a trailer behind his truck.

Sixteen bins worth of crap, believe it or not.

We didn’t get the EARLIEST start on the last leg of our trip to the Black Rock Desert.

We left Reno sometime between 11 am and 12 pm, having had to stop at a few stores for some last minute provisions.

Needless to say, I was unprepared to arrive on the playa as late as we arrived.

It was after 9 pm and well past dark.

I had to set up my tent all by myself.

It was then that I realized my work gloves, stakes, tent, tarp, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, my HEADLAMP were all in different bins and I needed to first locate them before I could even begin to set up my tent and (ultimately) go to bed.

I was pathetic.

I managed to find everything and as I was staking my tent to the ground with a sledgehammer and 24” rebar, I suddenly realized that I was going to cry.

There I was, mere HOURS into my first Burning Man experience, and I was on the verge of tears.

And I’ll never forget this, so long as I live, but Tejas got up and helped me pound in my last few stakes.

Maybe he knew I’d hit a wall.

Maybe he saw defeat in my eyes.

But that gesture of kindness on his part made all the difference to me.

I was suddenly rejuvenated and found the energy to change my clothes and head out to the local bar for drinks.

There’s a saying in Burning Man:


I’m not sure I can attribute my salvation that night to the playa.

Maybe it was just the kind gesture of a good friend.

But I’ll tell you this. . . at the time it was the most generous, thoughtful, random act of kindness anther person could bestow on me.

Just one of many I received during my first burn.